Trying to stay positive even when it gets hard to breathe.

It's 3 am and I can't sleep and my anxiety is through the roof. Chest tight, lump in my throat. I fucking hate that feeling this way has become a regular occurrence to me. I know for a fact that I'm doing better than I was a couple years ago. I'm not suicidal anymore. I'm working my way towards my goals. But damn nights like these really make me question how much progress I've actually made.